Disclamer- I don't own Naruto.
Obviously,
He was empty.
Empty beyond words.
Empty as a fragment of space…full of nothingness.
He glanced at those eyes…green…. So unbelievably serene…Wide open in surprise and shock…
Sasuke was felt nothing. He was trained not to have any emotions. Not to recognize sadness or grief. He had never felt any emotions.
But what was this queer sensation? This feeling of being dragged under water, making it hard to breathe…?
This feeling he got when he looked at…her, sprawled on the ground, like a pathetic dummy, Dead.
Realization hit him like a battering ram… and he fell to his knees, weak.
She stared at her, her face. Her kind, beautiful face. That forehead…
To his numb surprise, Sasuke felt himself chuckling, laughing at those memories.
The memories which faded away thousands of years ago…
How she frowned, her forehead creasing, how her face had lit up like the sun itself whenever she saw her coming...
All gone…
All gone because of the stupid mistakes that she had to make. How stubborn she was! Why hadn't she listened to him?
Because he never listened to her.
Then he knew. He knew what he should do.
All the instructions were merged in that one word.
Revenge.